“I doubt lightning gave you that face,” Derek replies, letting his gaze travel slowly across Barry’s face. That particular mention of his powers makes Derek’s eyes widen a bit, and the sultry look on his face is replaced with one of shy curiosity. “Are we still talking about sex? How—“

He chuckles and waves a hand, not wanting to pry. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to know, because he can’t want what he isn’t aware of. He looks down at the bubbling puddle of cocoa in the dirt and smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, sure.”

Standing up, he digs the rest of his seedlings out of his pocket and hands them over. “And maybe some food? I have to eat all the time, which is kind of annoying in a place like this.”